'Till My Last Breath
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I held my baby
so perfect and very dead
and kissed his cold lips.
'Till my last breath I will mourn,
my mourning shall shatter hearts.
I dressed him in blue
and laid him in sweet repose,
many passed with tears.
I had to let my boy go,
that parting haunts me ever.
December 19, 2017
Poetry/Verse/'Till My Last Breath
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